SPS/IPC/ DRIVES Electric Automation Systems & Components
Nuremberg, Germany 25 – 27 November 2008, Booth 5-141
SPS/IPC/DRIVES is the most important exhibition for electric automation technology in Germany, and is now in its 19th year.
Based at the main exhibition center in Nuremberg, SPS/IPC/DRIVES is for Germany what Hanover Messe is for the world.
The exhibition provides manufacturers of electric automation components the best opportunity to demonstrate the latest advances in technology and covers:
· Control Technology
· Drives Systems & Components
· Industrial Communication
· Industrial Software
· Interface Technology
· Electromechanical Components & Peripheral Equipment
· Sensor Technology
· IPC´s, HMI´s etc
Exhibitor and visitor numbers have grown steadily year on year, with over 1,300 exhibitors and 46,000 visitors filling nearly 88,000 sqm last year. Also last year 80% of the exhibitors were from the home market, and 84% of the visitors were German.
It seems fitting that SPS/IPC/DRIVES takes place in the industrial heart of Bavaria (Nuremberg is situated on the Pegnitz river and the Rhine-Main-Danube and is 170 km North of Munich), because as a City, Nuremberg can trace its trade roots back to 1050.
Nuremberg expanded dramatically between 1050 and 1571 because of its key location on major trade routes. It was also often refered to as the “unofficial Capital of the Holy Roman Emperor”.
The first pocket watches (Nuremberg eggs) were produced in the 16th Century, and some of the biggest German Manufacturing Companies like Siemens and MAN established bases there in the 19th Century. Siemens is now the largest employer in the area, although interestingly, a 3rd of all German Market Research Agencies are located in Nuremberg!
Nuremberg is strong in the field of automation, energy, medical, automotive, and printing, but is perhaps most famous for its gingerbread products (Lebkuchen) and hand made toys.
In fact the largest toy fair in the world (The Nuremberg Toy Fair) takes place in the same venue as SPS/IPC/DRIVES.
If your planning to visit SPS/IPC/DRIVES this November, please come our visit us at booth 5-141. We will have all our major product lines on show, and would welcome the chance to talk to you about how easy Eldon is to do business with!
However, if your one of our German clients and can´t make it to Nuremberg, don´t worry, because as well as going to SPS/IPC/DRIVES we also particpate in a lot of local events with our distribution partners!
Exhibitions come in all shapes and sizes, and as our middle name is “flexibility” we like to think we can cope with what (or where ever) the venue is. Our booth is fully mobile, and only takes two strong (willing volunteers) a couple of hours of (hard) work to put it together.
We appreciate not everyone has the time to travel to main exhibitions centres these days, so in true Eldon spirit we will bring the enclosures to you! Why not contact us at eldon.de@eldon.com to find out when we are next in your area?
If you want to know more about SPS/IPC/DRIVES please click on one of the following links:
Organisers Website (English version):
http://www.mesago.de/en/SPS/main.htm?sid=a9a9c05b9e037ae84f44192c9fa036e7&stamp=1222962382
City of Nuremberg Official Website (English version): http://www.nuernberg.de/internet/portal_e/index.html
How to reach Nuremberg (English version):
http://www.mesago.de/en/SPS/to_the_Show/index.htm?sid=a9a9c05b9e037ae84f44192c9fa036e7&stamp=1222963024
Travel Specials (English version):
http://www.mesago.de/en/SPS/Travel_Specials/index.htm?sid=a9a9c05b9e037ae84f44192c9fa036e7&stamp=1222962951
Accommondation (English version):
http://www.mesago.de/en/SPS/Accommodation/index.htm?sid=a9a9c05b9e037ae84f44192c9fa036e7&stamp=1222962961
Eldon Website (Germany):
http://www.eldon.com/de/
For more information on where Eldon will be exhibiting this year around the world:
http://www.eldon.com/en/Events/Exhibitions-calendar
http://www.eldon.com/en/
Nuremberg
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 1807–1882IN the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadowlands
Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands.
Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song,
Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng:
Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold,
Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old;
And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme,
That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
In the court-yard of the castle, bound with many an iron band,
Stands the mighty linden planted by Queen Cunigunde's hand;
On the square the oriel window, where in old heroic days
Sat the poet Melchior singing Kaiser Maximilian's praise.
Everywhere I see around me rise the wondrous world of Art:
Fountains wrought with richest sculpture standing in the common mart;
And above cathedral doorways saints and bishops carved in stone,
By a former age commissioned as apostles to our own.
In the church of sainted Sebald sleeps enshrined his holy dust,
And in bronze the Twelve Apostles guard from age to age their trust;
In the church of sainted Lawrence stands a pix of sculpture rare,
Like the foamy sheaf of fountains, rising through the painted air.
Here, when Art was still religion, with a simple, reverent heart,
Lived and labored Albrecht Dürer, the Evangelist of Art;
Hence in silence and in sorrow, toiling still with busy hand,
Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land.
Emigravit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies;
Dead he is not, but departed,—for the artist never dies.
Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair,
That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air!
Through these streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes,
Walked of yore the Mastersingers, chanting rude poetic strains.
From remote and sunless suburbs came they to the friendly guild,
Building nests in Fame's great temple, as in spouts the swallows build.
As the weaver plied the shuttle, wove he too the mystic rhyme,
And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime;
Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom
In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom.
Here Hans Sachs, the cobbler-poet, laureate of the gentle craft,
Wisest of the Twelve Wise Masters, in huge folios sang and laughed.
But his house is now an ale-house, with a nicely sanded floor,
And a garland in the window, and his face above the door;
Painted by some humble artist, as in Adam Puschman's song,
As the old man gray and dove-like, with his great beard white and long.
And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care,
Quaffing ale from pewter tankards, in the master's antique chair.
Vanished is the ancient splendor, and before my dreamy eye
Wave these mingled shapes and figures, like a faded tapestry.
Not thy Councils, not thy Kaisers, win for thee the world's regard;
But thy painter, Albrecht Dürer, and Hans Sachs, thy cobbler bard.
Thus, O Nuremberg, a wanderer from a region far away,
As he paced thy streets and court-yards, sang in thought his careless lay:
Gathering from the pavement's crevice, as a floweret of the soil,
The nobility of labor,—the long pedigree of toil.
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